Some years ago I began having trouble with my heart. You see, it had a thick layer of muscle around it that had hardened from years of striving to be the best and have the best at any means necessary. It was so hard that very little could pump
through it. In fact, at times it ran very cold.
One day I heard of a miraculous surgery that could be done to my heart. The surgery would soften the damaged tissue that was so hardened and cold. Which in return, would allow the fluid to pump back through it again. Bringing it to the temperature needed for it to function the way it was created and intended to.
I began a desperate attempt to find a surgeon who could perform this surgery. I sought day and night. Knocking on so many doors, but still, always the same answer. "It won't work. You're to far gone."
I had reached a point of total hopelessness, I was completely broken. It was as though no one offered the kind of help I needed. With one place left I was discouraged to say the least. When I came upon the small narrow building I could see why. This place was the least desirable of them all. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at the delapitated building. This place could have used a transplant of it's own. I felt hopeless, tired and worn. I considered turning back. Then I said, "What have I got to lose?"
I reached up to knock but the door was already opened. I heard a voice say, "Come in my Son will be right with you."
I thought to myself, "This must be a family practice."
I felt a hand touch my shoulder that radiated through to my heart. l looked up, there He was, the one who could fix my heart.
He said, "Child please come here, I've been waiting for you so long. Infact your room has already been prepared. Right over there is where your heart will be repaired."
A sign hung above the door:
THE GREAT PHYSICIAN LIVES HERE!

I tried to walk but I couldn't I was too weak. He picked me up to carry me and suddenly two men appeared. They had a book in their hand. They said it belonged to the Physician. "All you need to is sign right here."
They gave me a pen and as I began to sign I couldn't help wondering how simple it all seemed.
At that moment something strange had happened something miraculous and much more. I stood to my feet and looked back at the floor.
It was me! The old person with the heart so tattered and torn. I looked back toward the men with the book in their hands. The book read in bold letters:
THESE BELONG TO THE GREAT I AM!

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The run-down building made me think of the fact that our Lord often comes to us in ways that we do not expect. Not always in the glory that He deserves, but in what we consider lowliness -- like the manger in which He was born.

I think the fact that the Great Physician's clinic was the last one that the MC visited was significant as well.

I would suggest a few more paragraph separations to make this story super perfect.